Game of Thrones - One Shots/Imagines: Part Two (Completed)

Benjen Stark X Baratheon!Reader (Requested by @swoswokowalski)

A/N- This imagine has been requested by Wattpad user: @swoswokowalski. I decided to set it to the song (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher & Higher by Jackie Wilson, because I thought it would be cute, and because the song is pretty amazing.

"Why is it that you drag me along to these things every year?" you asked your brother, huffing as you stalked further into his tent, "you know I detest this city." Your annual trips to King's Landing had always been a cause of controversy in your household; Robert loved the tourneys and the pretty women that came with the journey, but you spent most of your time babysitting your drunk older brother and avoiding overly affectionate suitors who often found it hard to understand the word no.

He smirked as he watched you fold your arms, looking every bit the brooding little sister he had grown so used to. "That's exactly why I bring you," he chuckled, leaning more comfortably into his seat, and smiling as you rolled your eyes at him. "If you must know: I hope that eventually there will be at least one young man here who will not be so intimidated by you that he may actually take your fancy."

"I'm not intimidating," you spat back at him, and his eyebrows shot up his forehead in faux shock.

"Well, you could have fooled me."

You ran your tongue over your teeth, considering your response. "Why would you want a brother by law who is intimidated by his wife, anyhow? He'd likely be a coward and a fool."

Robert snorted, sitting up a little straighter in his seat and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "I do not understand why you won't allow father or me to sort something out with Lord Stark; You and Benjen would be perfect for one another."

"We aren't having this conversation again," you sighed, listening as your brother grunted, climbing to his feet.

"But the boy is clearly doting on you, and since Lyanna and I called off our engagement, it would be good to join our family's elsewhere."

Robert was a good foot and a bit taller than you were, and any normal woman would have been intimidated by him looming over them as he often did with you, but you were no normal woman. You placed your hands on your hips as you glared up at him. "Benjen is a dear friend, but that is all. The same goes for all of the Stark boys; they are like brothers to us, it would be as strange as marrying Stannis."

"I would not push you on this if I didn't think it would benefit you, Y/N. Benjen would make a good husband, and he would keep you in comfort, which is more than can be said for some of the boys at court."

Your brow furrowed at his words, "I don't want any of those boys either; you know that as well as I do."

"But you must marry someone, and father is growing impatient."

"And you are of the belief that my best option is to, what, give in without putting up a fight? That's rather out of character for you, Robert."

He released a deep sigh and gave a short shrug. "It would be better for you to make the decision yourself, and soon, or father will have you married to some old bore of a man in some far off land. I don't want that for you."

The tent was silent for a moment, and you pursed your lips as you attempted to think. "Well," you started quietly, "thank you for your concern."

Robert nodded, one of his big hands patting your shoulder slightly and bringing a small smile back to your lips. "Keep Benjen in mind, it could lead to a wonderful life for you." You gave in, giving a short nod before moving away to one of the seats around the little round table.

You were still sitting there, working on some needlepoint, when the Starks arrived in King's Landing. Your brother's tent was always their first stop upon entering the city, and this year was no different. Within moments, the small area was full to bursting, and you were in the middle of the crush, greeting each of them in turn.